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Killer Calling for Two Clueless California Ministers |
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| LOS ANGELES - Chris Jordan Jr and Danny Ferraro never wanted to be detectives. But they sort of had to. It was expected of them by an entire church congregation that claimed God was behind the idea. The two youth pastors didn't buy it. Not after PI licenses came into the picture. And black suits and shades. And guns, albeit loaded with blanks. They bought it even less when a case fell upon them out of the sky. What made it bad, lethal actually, was that neither of them had any idea what to do, even less what to expect, when faced with the calling of their lives. More... |
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DIABOLIS - Stinga, Slick and Santoz are the devil-busting Demon Killaz. Orphaned at an early age they exist outside the system. Catholic priest Father Clements found them as lost street kids. This ex-marine raised them, nurtured them and gave them identity. And destiny. |
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Which basically contains a desk with an Underwood typewriter and a telephone appearing from the piles of paperwork, and a pinup of Jean Harlow on the wall. Jack never particularly wanted to become a private eye, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Failing all else. Those who know him, like Harry Lime, owner and proprietor of Harry's Bar, could tell you that it has a lot to do with Claire. Or, to be more precise, forgetting Claire. You see, before going straight, Jack used to be a part of a safe-cracking gang operating out of a crummy back street theatre downtown. On that fatal night when everything went wrong, Jack, together with Joe "The Master" Chesterton and the others, ran straight into the police. They'd been tipped off. To cut a long story short, Joe made it, the driver got shot, the leader of the gang, who was also the theater director (and the one who did the tipping off), made off with the dough and got on the next clipper to Rio. And Jack got sixteen years. He could have made it too hadn't he stayed behind to help old Joe get away. The point of mentioning this is that on the same night Claire's show opened at the Ritz. A Rodgers & Hammerstein thing in which she was one of the back line dancers. Jack had planned to propose to her after the show but along came this job and screwed that up. So he figured on popping the question the following morning, hoping for good show reviews to back him up. But, things going the way they went, Jack decided not to bother. Sitting behind bars down at the 18th. All this took place before Captain Bob Forrester took over the precinct. Not long after that, while in jail, Jack received the news that Claire had taken off to Hollywood with the show's director. This hit Jack hard. Over in tinsel town Claire made it. Well, sort of. She got a so-so contract with MGM as a one of the backups for the Goldwyn Girls. Jack hasn't ever really gotten over all this. And he prefers not to even talk about it anymore. And he hates Hollywood musicals (it might be worth here to mention that Bob Forrester and his wife Betty love Hollywood musicals). Jack got out of jail after five years, for good behavior among other things, and teamed up again with old pal Joe Chesterton and started a straight business, designing safes. Timing was probably the reason the business never took off. And so, in misery, and to try and erase the painful memory of Claire, Jack opened up shop as a private investigator. |
| GAS CITY - Jack Sneaker is a private investigator. A good one. On par with his contemporaries Sam Spade and Philip Marlow, to name a couple. Having just closed yet another successful case, Jack is slowly making his way down the dark city streets. He's heading, as he always does after closing yet another successful case, for an inconspicuous little old neon sign which reads "Harry's Bar". Seeing the city lights reflect seductively on the wet streets and the steam rising from curbside grates, you might think these are the streets of New York City or Chicago, but no. This is the rough and noisy metropolis known as Gas City, and like any big city Gas City has everything one could hope for. Or be sorry about. Which is why Jack's some-time friend, police chief Bob Forrester, needs all the help he can get. Something he'll never admit to. However, this doesn't stop his two not too efficient officers, Lewis and Powell, from running a book every time on who's going to catch the crook first. Their captain, or Jack. And while Bob's the kind of guy who does everything by the book, Jack isn't. As a result, their friendship is one of "mutual respect". The 18th Precinct lies just around the block from Jack's dismal and rather pathetic office. |
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Practically each night, after catching crooks, Jack would sit on the stool at Harry's and pour out his heart while Harry poured the drinks and listened. |
